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Time Is slow erosion. Trimming away silently, The formation of history. What are your Rivers and waterways, Jurassic and Triassic, Winds and tides? Will you look back, At the layers of Lias, At the strata of time, At the succession of rock, With a happy heart? With thorough explanation Of every element, Every fossil, And, be happy with Your geology?
Lias - Old French or Cornish quarriers' term for 'layers'. Is a bluish, highly fossiliferous argillaceous limestone.
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